It's been too long since Santana drank just for the sake of it, or with friends, or in any situation that wouldn't be construed as entirely pathetic. For a little while, there, she almost didn't feel like herself anymore, or like a teenager at all. Not to be dramatic, but before, she had the kind of party life that MTV tries to mimic in short-lived TV shows that no one watches because turning to MTV for quality scripted television is like watching a Michael Bay film for the emotional depth of the characters. Now, she's more like the secretly gorgeous loser from all those teen flicks, prior to the life-changing makeover. Quite frankly, it blows, which is why she accepts the bottle without hesitation and drinks liberally. She furrows her brow when she hands it back to Wichita and asks, "What, did you, like, steal it from a movie star or something? Oh my god, did you steal it off the set of Twilight? They have to have the best shit to get through making those movies."